FlowTone

Projecting scarcity on existence,
To keep the heavens waiting in suspense.

Just another allusion of control,
Fighting our descent and downward spiral.

Grasping for purchase against the unknown,
Fear letting go with no means to hold on.

Still we struggle making claws with our hands,
Treading endlessly dreaming of new lands.

Filling the empty spaces in between,
While searching for ourselves within each scene.

Running in circles and speaking in rhyme,
While we're all facing this thief we call time.

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